Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy - Romance that lives and breathes the power of love!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Viva Las Vegas and Long Live Elvis!

My novella Long Live The King releases on May 7 from Champagne Books and I'm excited. This one's close to my heart because my late aunt, Janet Puett, and I shared our appreciation for the KING - aka Elvis. The dedication is to Janet although she passed away long before I finished this one.

Here's the awesome cover (by Trisha FitzGerald):

Lacie
Logan is just another Delta raised beauty until her attempts at a movie career
fail and leave her working as a professional escort in Las Vegas.She doesn’t like it, but what's a girl to do? Then, during an unexpected
thunderstorm, she walks into a coffee shop and is suddenly back in April
1956.When she meets Elvis Presley,
she’s sure she must be dreaming but when their chance encounter becomes a
full-blown romance, she realizes that she has the chance to both win the King
of Rock and Roll’s heart and change history.

If that's not enough, how about just a little excerpt...

“It’s not as
pretty as you are,” Elvis said as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.
That little kiss back at the hotel felt like butterfly wings against her face
but this one smoldered, slow and with plenty of heat. His mouth invaded hers,
his tongue stretched to intertwine with hers in soft, erotic caress that
notched her inner fire into flame. Elvis’ lips conquered her mouth and then
moved down to the soft skin of her throat, kissing and biting with such
exquisite strokes her skin felt sensitive and her nerves melted with heavy
voltage level delight.

One arm remained
around her; the other fondled her, touched her breasts with gentle movements as
if he longed to caress but did not want to offend. His care evoked a powerful
tenderness within Lacie but his touch scorched wherever it touched. His fingertips
calloused from guitar playing, slid the shoulders of her peasant blouse down so
he could bury his face against her breasts, still tucked inside the
lace-trimmed brassiere. The feel of his breath against her skin destroyed any
defenses and blazed with such heat she thought she would shiver with delight.

Lacie kissed him
back, putting all her own desire into the act, sharing all she could summon of
soul and self. If his arms had not held her steady, anchored her to the
physical world about them, she thought she might have drowned in delight.

His mouth, she
thought with pleasure, was like barbecue, sweet, smoky with a little hint of
sugar, and just spicy enough to intrigue. Lacie feasted on his southern flavor
and loved it, more than ready to ride the rising surge of passion into ecstasy.

Their kissing
lasted forever and just a brief moment. In that timeless span, Lacie yielded
her heart to Elvis. She could not deny she loved him with every facet of being,
mind, heart, body, and soul. Nor could she claim she did not want him with
every carnal sense. In his arms, burning with his heat that reflected from her
fever, she claimed him as her soul mate and ached to make him her significant
other, forever.

Elvis broke away
first, his breath rough but his smile brilliant.

“We need to whoa
here, girl,” he gasped as she put her hand on his heaving chest. “This isn’t
how I want it to be for us, not for the first time. That has to be special,
Linda.”

Her heart
pounded like a carpenter hard at work but something deep down inside melted
like butter on a baked potato. His eyes never left her face, drinking her in
with such tenderness she wanted to cry with a mad, crazy joy. She wanted him,
here and now or any time. It didn’t have to be wedding dress white but if that
was what he wanted, she thought, then he could have it. Elvis, the man she knew
and loved, deserved any sacrifice but her Elvis, her adorable, considerate,
man, was not the legend. This Elvis was private and hers alone.